MG's Scenario game result. Part 5.

VB's- Cesc, 5* restaurant and DVD player
This is the best I could do with that:
When Cesc finally found time to celebrate their victory on Euro’s with me, he decided to take me out for dinner in one of the best restaurants in Madrid, 5*, called “La Victoria”. While I was waiting for him to come and pick me up, I changed hundreds of times, looking for the best clothes which would make me look great. Finally, I decided to wear my new Versace dress and fave louboutin’s. Finally, the door bell rang. It was him, hottier and sexier than ever. “Who cares about the dinner”, I thought, “we can just stay here and make love like the first time.” But I knew that he really tried hard to get the reservations and didn’t want him to feel disappointed. So, we sat in his Porsche and drew to “La Victoria”. We had a delicious dinner, food and champagne were great. Pure joy. I really had a great time. His foot touching my leg under the table was a sign that the night had just begun. But, then something very unpleasant happened. He figured out he forgot his wallet. It wasn’t in the car, too. And they had some problems with system so weren’t accepting credit cards. But, then the owner came and told him he had a surprise for him, a present for winning the title. Cesc was a bit doubtful, since he knew that man didn’t like him very much, but in spite of that, we stood up and followed the owner upstairs. When we came in front of one room, he unlocked it, gave us a key, and the only thing he said was:”Have fun.” We went in and it was great… Dim light, big bed with silk sheets, strawberries, cream and the bottle of the best champagne on the table. It was clear to both of us what to do. He locked the door, openned a champagne… The night was on the peak… He took me on the bed and my new Versace was on the floor very soon. I ate the strawberries off his great body and the cream was all over me, for his mouth only… We indeed made love like the first time, even better…
Next day, I went at his place for lunch. He didn’t want to go out, so I decided to cook something. I stopped to get his mail from the mail box and then came in. Among the letters, advertisments, etc. was one cd with nothing written on it. He took it and played in the dvd player. While he was doing that, a piece of paper fell down from the box. I picked it up and read. “Don’t woory, this will pay your bill.” was written on it. First we were confused, but then he pressed the ‘play’ button and couldn’t believe it. There were we on the TV screen, doing all of that early mentioned in that room. He went crazy and I was shocked at first, but then I liked it. While he was talking and jelling about tomorrow’s press and pictures they will publish, mentioning a law sue, all I was thinking of was:”Oh, mine, those are Cesc and me there and we look amazing… Better than ever...” Of course, I wasn’t so brave to admit I actually like the video and don’t care for the press. While I was acting all horrified and upset, I was thinking only of getting myself a copy…



MXAs- Minty, driving across America, Hairspray

I offer Minty yet another jelly baby to keep us going on this major journey. God, why am I doing this? I hate travelling and by car is the worst kind. But I could hardly say no could I? Poor Minty, since being left out of the Euro squad he has been really down about it all. So in the last month we have been snorkelling in Australia, to visit Santa in Lapland, camped out for three night’s in Scotland in the hope of seeing the loch ness monster, hiking, yes I said hiking in Mexico and now we’re driving across America, east to west coast and bloody hell is it far!!! Looking over at Minty I see the joy in his face that I’ve been missing lastely and decide to try and enjoy the trip for his sake. And we’re only just into the second day, thing’s could get better……

…..Or not!! The rain is lashing down, we can hardly see where we’re driving, lightening seems to be our only source of light!!

“Oh no, what are we going to do??” Minty ask’s in a panic.

“ Don’t worry, we’ll find somewhere to stay till the storm passes. I’ll check on the sat nav where the nearest hotel is.” I try to reassure him. I climb into the back seat and start rooting through bags to find the sat nav. “Errm, Minty honey, what bag did you put it in?”

“Put what in?” is his reply.

“A pony, what do you think I mean? The bloody sat nav.”

“Oh, ummm, the red one maybe?”

“No, I’ve searched through that. Oh wait here’s your backpack, that’s where I told you to put it, it’ll be in there.” As I open the bag I root through looking for the box, it’s not here, but there seems to be a lot of another substance. Holding one up I ask Minty “What the hell is all this?”

Looking shamefaced he reply’s “Hairspray.”

“What exactly do we need five cans of hairspray for? We’re on a road trip for god’s sake!! You did pack the sat nav didn’t you?”

“I was going to, honest, but once I’d fitted in all my hair product’s, there wasn’t enough room. I didn’t think we’d need it, I’m great with direction’s!!” he protests.

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Are we really lost in a storm somewhere in America all because the stupid man want’s his hair to look good?? If I don’t get away from him soon, I think I might kill him!! “Pull the car over!” I shout. Minty looks unsure, but after seeing the anger in my eye’s he does as I say.

Despite the rain lashing down I get out the car and walk off the road!! Minty gets out too and calls out to me “Come on MXA, get back in, it’s raining, you’ll catch a cold.”. I storm over to him ready to beat some sense into the man when he takes hold of my wrist’s, pushes me against the car bonnet and kisses me with such passion and fire I almost pass out. Wow, that was hot. He slides me further onto the bonnet and rips apart his pink glittered shirt, the rain is still pouring down and it looks amazing as it runs down his toned chest. I can resist the urge to follow the trickle with my tongue. Who knew a storm could be so hot! We end up having the most crazy sex on top of the car for the next hour. Once we’ve both regained our breathe, we gather our clothes and get back into the car. As I see my reflection I gasp in horror and the state of my hair and face. I’m completely soaked and once my hair starts to dry it’ll frizz like crazy. As if reading my mind, Minty looks at me and with a wink simply says “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of hairspray..”

Pavi- Cesc, Concert, Shopping trolley

When I woke up on Saturday morning I was already thinking of all the things I had to get done that day before I went out with my friends Lucy and Cesc that night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower because I had to get some shopping done.

As I was pushing the shopping trolley through the supermarket trying to remember what I needed to get, my phone started ringing. I picked up and it was Cesc, he wanted to know when we were meeting up that night. I told him that we were going to a Camarón concert since we all loved Flamenco music. It would be outdoors so it would be lots of fun and he sounded very excited about it.

Later that night Lucy and I got all dressed up and headed over to the park to meet Cesc for the concert. We were all having a great time dancing and goofing around with each other and Lucy and Cesc were being flirtatious with each other. All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I caught a very hot guy staring at me.

When he caught me staring back he cocked his head to the side to signal for me to follow him. My curiosity got the better of me and Lucy and Cesc were in their own world and wouldn’t even notice if I was gone. I started to walk in the same direction that my mystery man had disappeared off to.

As I was walking an arm reached out and grabbed me from behind a tree and before I knew it I had my back to the tree and the mystery guy was kissing me. Next thing I knew my dress was being pushed up and we were having sex up against the tree. After we caught our breaths I asked him his name and he said it was Sergio. As he started to walk away he turned and winked and did the finger gun at me.

When I got back to Lucy and Cesc I found them making out which made me happy since they had liked each other for so long but could never admit their feelings to each other.

MGs-Minty, handcuffs, cooking lessons

Wiping my hands on my apron I went to answer the door.
‘Good morning’ the caller smiled ‘ Mr Torres - I’ve come for the cookery lessons’
‘Oh yes hi!’ I answered shaking his outstretched hand - ‘do come in’

I indicated the way to the kitchen discreetly admiring his firm bum, displayed to its full potential in the white trousers he was wearing, as I followed.
‘Right’ I explained ‘The course is six weeks long and in that time I’ll teach you everything I know!’
‘Great’ he replied ‘Well I know its not very practical but I love chocolate brownies!’
‘Do you really Mr Torres?’ I smirked wickedly ‘In that case I think we’ll get along just fine - chocolates my speciality!’
‘Please call me Minty’ he winked ‘and I just knew you were my kind of girl when you answered the door in nothing but an apron!’

We weighed the ingredients out and were just melting the chocolate when Minty managed to spill it down the front of his shirt.
‘Lets see’ I said trying to sponge it, but it was no use the stain just spread.
‘Shall I take it off and put it into soak?’ he asked coyly.
‘Yes I think you should’ I concurred ‘and your trousers as well- to be on the safe side!’

Once down to his underwear my pupils attention seemed to wander from cooking at the same rate his hands were wandering up my pinny!
‘I love your fingers’ I sighed as I felt them moving up my thigh ‘They’re so long!!’
‘Trust me you’ve seen nothing yet’ He whispered kissing my neck.
‘Why Mr Torres you are a very naughty boy!’ I giggled ‘and in my kitchen we have ways of dealing with naughty boys!’

I reached into a drawer and pulled out a set of handcuffs, watching the glinting steel reflect in his eyes.
‘I think I need seriously punishing’ he agreed holding his wrists out for me to attach the metal instruments then allowing me to shackle him to the fridge
I walked across to the cooker and returned with the melted chocolate. Never breaking eye contact I lifted the spoon slowly, letting the hot liquid run onto his chest and drip deliciously slowly down his abs forming a sumptuous trail to his navel.

‘Lick it!’ he demanded in a voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end,
‘Get down on your knees and lick it all off!’
Never one to disobey I knelt in front of him and began to trace the sticky liquid with my tongue, causing a moan to escape from my pupil’s lips and goose bumps to appear on his sweat soaked skin.

I was just moving lower and thanking the Lord for his metro sexual attitude to waxing when I heard a knock on the door.
‘Don’t move!’ I winked straightening my apron ‘I’ll be back’

‘Hi!’ the man on the doorstep greeted me ‘I’m Victor and I’ve come for my lesson’
‘Ah yes come in’ I reply ‘My last clients not finished yet but if you’ve no objections to sharing me you’re welcome to join us!’
‘That’s fine’ he said as I turned to lead him to the kitchen ‘Oh but first, you seem to have some chocolate on your thigh - let me clean it off for you!’

Lucy- Raul, David Villas jersey, ice Skating

Raul, the original hottie, was in need of some serious comforting. After watching his best friends The Ramos and Iker lift the Euro 2008 trophy on his large widescreen TV, he hit the biscuit tin, and hard. Mamen walked into the living room 24 hours later during the parade and saw her husband comatose on the zebra print sofa, covered in crumbs with the tin upside down on the floor.

'Raul! Raul!' she exclaimed and took his face tenderly in her hands. 'What are you doing to yourself! You know you don't touch the biscuit tin!'

'Coo... cooo.... coooookie,' Raul stammered, his eyes glazed over.

'Oh my Iker, this is worse than I thought!' she cried. Quickly rushing to the phone, she dialled my number.

'Luce, you won't believe what's happened to my Raul!'

'Not the biscuits again?' I gasped. Her silence said everything. 'Don't worry Mamen, I'm on my way.'

A few hours later, I was driving Raul to see David Silva. David Silva? Yes that's right. You didn't know David was an expert in cookie addiction rehabilitation did you? I knocked rapidly on David's door and he answered wearing his Spain shirt. I cringed a little - how would Raul react seeing it? David ushered us in, quickly checking to make sure the paps hadn't followed us. Raul didn't seem to even notice the shirt.

'David, thanks so much for fitting us in,' I said. 'This is an emergency, just look at him.'

'Ok, how are you feeling Raul?' David asked, in the same way you may question a sick child. Raul twitched and smiled but said nothing. David and I shared a panicked look of concern for him.

'Can I have a word?' I asked David. He nodded and we left the room.

'Mamen said it started after he saw you all on TV lifting the trophy, he couldn't cope!' I explained.

'We did all worry about how he would take it,' David replied, watching Raul through the door. 'I mean, I'm going out with Cesc and Fernando in half an hour, I'm not sure what I can do for him in such a short space of time Lucy. The first stage to recovery is... well, it's time consuming.'

'What is it? Can I help?' I asked.

'I don't know... it depends. How good are you at ice skating?' He looked at me doubtfully.

'Ice skating?' I asked. 'Well, not great! How will that help him?'

'Are you questioning my methods?' David replied sharply, frowning.

'No! Of course not!' I said. 'I know how they helped you and everything, but wasn't your recovery mainly down to Gina nursing you off the biscuits?'

'Yes and no, it is thanks to her that I have rock hard abs, but I weaned myself off the biscuits by ice skating. Now will you take him or not? I need to blow dry my hair and time is running out, Cesc'll be here in a minute!'

'Cesc?' My attention momentarily wandered.

'Oh please Lucy, you know that ship has sailed. Sarah'll be back tomorrow.'

'You're right Dave, sorry!' I snapped out of it. 'Right, Raul, come on!'

***

I had to help Raul with his ice skates, but at least he was speaking now. He was very remorseful about his actions and confessed that he'd put on quite a few pounds since he found out he wasn't in the Euro squad. I reassured him that ice skating was excellent exercise and that after a few days he'll be back on the road to recovery. I told him that the new season would begin in just over a month and he'd want to be back to his best to increase his chances of being recalled to the national team in time for the World Cup qualifiers. He perked up a bit and we hit the ice.

Raul was actually very elegant on the ice, and we did some twirling, some side by side and even had some fun races. I saw a genuine smile cross his face and realised that David was right - ice skating was helping! We had a break, and he went to the little boy's room. Whilst he was gone, I took the opportunity to ring Mamen and update her on his progress.

'I'm so worried Lucy! What if he becomes..' she took a deep breath '...fat?'

'Mamen! Don't you trust me!? Raul will play for Spain again, I promise you!'

'Are you sure?'

'Of course I'm sure! He's already speaking again!'

'Oh what would I do without you Lucy? The things you do for the Spanish players - no one really knows what, but they always seem to come back to us WAGs with smiles on their faces and better skills on the pitch! What can I ever do to repay you?'

'Ahh Mamen, I do it out of the goodness of my heart, you know that.' I answered, smiling to myself.

Gina- Villa, chocolate, biology class:

Earlier that week, we’d had an exam on what we’d covered so far that year. While I had enjoyed the lessons on human anatomy, I hadn’t really concentrated much on what was being said, just giggled and pointed with my friends. We’d spent more time discussing various parts of our teacher’s anatomy than we had taking notes, so when he’d come into the classroom on Monday morning to announce that we had a test, I’d panicked. There was no way I could remember anything now! Sighing heavily as I looked through the questions on the paper, I cracked my knuckles and started writing. Well, technically it was more like chewing the end of my pen and cracking my knuckles continuously. After about twenty minutes, I saw a piece of paper land on my desk and looked round to find one of the girls signalling at me frantically. With a frown on my face, I snuck the paper under my desk and unscrewed it, reading the note. I was concentrating so hard, I didn’t even notice the teacher walk over to me until he leaned down next to me, prising the paper out of my hands. I bit my lip as he scanned over it, looking at me sternly before shaking his head and telling me to come back after the rest of my classes to discuss why I was passing notes around in the middle of a test.



At the end of the school day, I knocked on the classroom door. He looked up from behind the pile of papers on the desk and motioned for me to enter the room. I did so, adjusting my school tie and straightening my skirt out as he looked me over, a look of amusement on his face.

“So, could you explain why exactly you were passing notes around in class today?”

“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”

“Well, make sure it doesn’t, or I’ll have to fail you in the next test.”

“Yes sir.”

“Right, I have to finish marking these papers now, so I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

I nodded and left the room silently, wondering how I always managed to get myself caught in these situations. Last time, I had been kept back after class for whispering during a test, the time before, it had been because I’d got caught looking over at someone else’s paper and the time before that, it had been for writing our teacher’s name surrounded by love hearts over and over again on the cover of my notebook.



The next day, we got our test papers back and I looked down at mine to see a sea of red covering it. I hadn’t expected to do well, but this was ridiculous. I had got one question right out of 15. That was a new low even for me. Scanning through the notes the teacher had left, I realised that there was no possible way I was going to pass this module without some extra tuition. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into our teacher’s warm brown eyes.

“See me after class please. We need to discuss some kind of extra lessons for you.”

I bit my lip and nodded, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were pricking. I knew I had to try harder, but I found it so hard. I wouldn’t have a problem if the man wasn’t so bloody hot! Looking at him provoked some kind of weird physical reaction from me, it reminded me of our chemistry lessons with all those chemicals reacting and exploding.



On Friday afternoon, I was sat in the classroom twiddling my thumbs nervously. Science had never been one of my strong points, so naturally, when we’d been told earlier in the week that we were having an exam on what we’d covered so far that term, my heart sank. Now I was sat at a desk waiting for our teacher to come in and help me get to grips with all this human anatomy business. I’d been there for just under ten minutes when he came running into the classroom, his face flushed and sweat dripping down his brow. I tried not to look as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and leaving it on the back of his chair. He had a stripy shirt on underneath that read ‘Master in Sex Education’. I couldn’t help but smile at that, thinking how I wouldn’t mind a lesson or two from him.

“Sorry I’m late, the teachers had a meeting at the other end of the building which ran over slightly. Now, where would you like to start?”

“Erm, I don’t really know. I’m pretty bad at all of it.”

“Well in that case, how about we start at the beginning.”

He sat down in the chair next to me, running his hands through his hair before lifting his shirt slightly and blowing on his stomach to cool himself down. I could feel the crimson flush creeping into my cheeks as I watched him, mesmerised. He didn’t seem to notice, turning his attention back to the textbook in front of me.

“So, we can start with the most basic parts like what various body parts are called in scientific terms, and then move onto more challenging stuff. Right, I’ll point to a random body part and you tell me what it’s called.”

I nodded, expecting him to point these things out on the diagram in the textbook, so I was shocked when he pushed his chair back and stood up. I gaped in shock as he pulled his trouser leg up, pointing to the back of his leg.

“What’s that muscle called?”

“Er…calf muscle.”

“Ok, and what about the upper leg. What are those muscles called?”

“The quad’s at the front and the hamstring is at the back.”



This carried on for a while, with him pointing out random areas on his body and asking me to name them. He still hadn’t got to the one part of the male body that drove me absolutely insane. The hip dips. I was secretly glad, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off him if he did, and surely that was against the rules. Almost as if he was reading my mind, I saw the cheeky glint in his eye as he pulled his shirt up, pointing at his hip dips. I swallowed nervously, licking my lips as I reached out to trace my finger across the muscle outline. He didn’t pull away, holding my stare as he pulled me to my feet. I wasn’t that much shorter than him, but he had to lean down slightly anyway to capture my lips with his own. His hands were resting on my hips while mine reached up, tangling in his hair as the kiss intensified. Within seconds, he was walking me back towards his desk, our lips barely breaking apart as he swiped the pile of papers onto the floor and lifted me onto the desk. I moaned into his mouth as his one of his hands slipped under my skirt. A noise outside the door startled us and we broke apart briefly, breathing heavily and worried about getting caught. When it became apparent that the danger had passed, we went back to what we were doing. It was all over too soon, and as he reached across me to pick up his t-shirt, he winked at me.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Count me in. But tomorrow isn’t a school day.”

He shrugged and left the room with a smile on his face.



As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I surveyed the damage to the room. I was going to have to get the carpet cleaner out later, and I’d definitely need to buy some new make up. My existing items of make up were currently scattered on the floor next to the dresser after he had shoved them all off in a passionate frenzy. I made a mental note not to let the power trip get to his head so much next time we did this role-play, or we’d be getting funny looks from all our friends next time we were together and he gave me a stern look for not calling him sir. I ran my fingers through my hair before picking up the various items and shoving them back onto the dresser, making my way downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I found my husband and sister with the kids, a load of empty chocolate wrappers and two bowls full of melted chocolate. Shaking my head as I walked over, I dipped my finger in one of the bowls, licking the chocolate off while looking him dead in the eye. He coughed and looked away; busying himself with helping the kids make their rice krispies chocolate cakes. I picked one of the bowls up, leaning in to whisper something in his ear and his cheeks went red as he nodded. Smiling to myself as I walked back up to our bedroom with the bowl in my hands, I couldn’t help but think of a better use for all that chocolate. It tasted good out of the bowl, but there had to be another way to make it even better. Only minutes later, he was following me upstairs, ready for round two. This was bound to get a whole lot messier…